Mr. Ford Is Jealouss by Boad

Chapter 807 “Who said so?”

Stella smiled cheekily. “What if you dislike the experience after this round?”

She then began to take a series of photos of him. “I won‘t miss a chance to record how you look like right now.”

She suddenly leaned in on him and said into his ear, “I wonder... if your employees know you‘re completely at my mercy right now?”

Weston fixed his eyes on her. “If ‘completely at your mercy‘ means having my hands tied and photos were taken, I believe that‘s an exaggeration.”

“Oh?”

Stella chuckled. “You don‘t think this is it?”

She glided her fingers across his skin and held his belt.“ The main course is coming right up. Do you still remember the rules I stated?”

She crouched down low, still straddling his waist, and repeated herself, “Don‘t speak, don‘t doubt, and don‘t move.”

A moment later.

Weston looked calmly at Stella, who was fumbling

know how to unfasten

didn‘t say anything in response, fully engrossed in the struggle with the

is it so

of his suits spoke of post–opulence, crafted exclusively

also had countless neckties, cufflinks, and belt buckles,

Stella seldom took a second look at those accessories, something she thought was all the same, this belt buckle that Weston

and began panicking again when it didn‘t seem

of huge

could react, Weston reached out with his hands still bound by the black and gold tie and

you loosen the

furrowed her brows, dissatisfied.

You promised me just now to

Weston flipped both of them around and regained the initiative. “Let you do whatever you want? But you couldn‘t

the black and gold tie aside and cupped Stella‘s face in his

his usual aggressive,

sudden turn of the

a lone boat struggling to

had come so suddenly almost

“Weston...don‘t...”